Vile, pitiful, disgusting creatures. Why do they even exist?
To give us blood, I answered to my doubting side. To give life to the one’s who take life to live.
Humans were too predictable. All their emotions went straight to their face. Too easy, always an open book.
Pathetic eye sore, they were.
Overtime, America became dirty. It became polluted and perverted. Girls showing breasts more and more; guys flashing their boxers like it’s the new trend. Classical music is replaced by hip-hop and rap. Dances like ballet and waltz were now “sissy stuff.” The new dances consisted of rubbing your body parts together with another person (different gender or not) and moving your body around in a most inappropriate way just so they can “pick up” people.
Another thing is how people see each other. In my history of living, we looked at each other with open love and never judged anyone on much looks, just status. Now, they see everyone with lust and nothing else. The need to reproduce is stronger than ever. Was it the media’s influence? Radio and TV usually bribe people to represent the stars that they see or hear about.
Humans can be such pigs. I don’t mean the kind where they stuff themselves silly.
So, here I stay, at a human high school; my punishment for failing as a vampire.
"We sometimes encounter people, even perfect strangers, who begin to interest us, at first sight, somehow suddenly, before a word has been spoken."
“Congratulations!” yelled the crowd outside the chapel as they threw rice in the air and confetti. Out walked a blushing bride and her handsome groom next to her. She was saying thank you to each person she knew.
Across from the chapel, on a hill, I stood watching her. I wore a simple black dress, dark jacket, red and black-stripped socks, and red heels. My eyes were covered with shaded sunglasses. No one could see the hurt in my eyes as I watched my former friend be taken from my care. She’s better off not knowing me.
The bride then looked at me. I looked back at her. She smiled at me and then got in the limousine.
My heart broke. I knew that smile. She gave it to little kids all the time. Who wouldn’t? She was now almost 30 and I still looked like a 17 year old.
Her memories of me were carefully erased after we both graduated high school. I now was a stranger to this girl. She knew nothing; I knew everything.
I cried silent tears as I turned to leave. My vision caught someone looking at me.
Time slowly stopped as I saw him. He wore a beige leather jacket with a green sweater and jeans. Typical clothing attire for January here.
When our eyes met, everything seemed to have changed. It was like the world was invisible and I only saw him. His purple eyes had me memorized.
I had barely finished turning before I realized what I was doing and that I should leave. My thoughts then strayed from the mysterious boy to the happy couple leaving in the limousine.
As I watched them leave, I had not realized how much my life would change after this day.
Humans who wanted to become “friends” were always this. It was always what they were because I would just erase their memory after I graduated. It was such a pointless thing to actually “make friends” when all of what we did would be forgotten during graduation.
Yet, I couldn’t tell that to the hopeful blue eyes in front of me, belonging to the petite girl. I knew her intentions were good, because I could see that she really wanted a friend.
I would just have to deal with another trivial high school life with “friends.” Friends that wouldn’t be my friends after 3 years.
“Sure. I’ll be your partner for this exercise.” Which was pretty much me saying,” Sure, I’ll be your friend.”
The exercise in question was reading over each other’s rough drafts and making corrections.
Something I could do with little trouble. However, keeping the façade, I had to be slow about it. It was extremely difficult to keep myself at a NORMAL human pace. A quick glance at the top showed me that her name was Amy Edna. A name that suited the girl, who was gazing at my paper. After correcting a few things in the girl’s essay, and adding a few comments, I handed it back to her. She took it absent-mindedly, still looking at my paper with determination…or was it fascination?
“What’s wrong?” I asked. I thought my essay was fine. It was supposed to be about what we did over winter break. I had to lie, of coarse, and say that before I moved here, I visited my relatives in Washington D.C. However, the truth was, I was held up in making decisions by the stupid vampire council. I couldn’t enjoy the holiday, like the other carefree vampires and humans could.
“It’s just…your essay is extremely good and I find very little mistakes… But… there’s no voice in it. Like you clearly made it up.”
I sucked in the breath I took. Damn. How could I get partnered up with an observant being? Since when was food so skeptical?
She waited for me to answer her.
What should I do? This rarely happened. Whenever someone actually noticed something, it was probably wrong. But if it were close, I would take action and erase the memories. If I had to erase more than one person’s memory, I would have to erase then leave for another state or country…
Wait. Hold on. Calm down. You could get through this, Renee. All she did was comment about your work and how it has no voice.
“Yeah. I sort of suck at voice. I really need to work on it.” Lie. Voice was my strongest point in writing because I held so much information and I loved showing my opinion.
“Hm…well, I didn’t put any corrections, only comments.”
“Thanks,” I held out my hand as she handed the paper back to me.
No need to over work myself. I could just brush it off. Not that she would think much of it. Just to be safe, I should distract her.
“So you went to Germany and met this guy?” I questioned.
Her rosy cheeks turned a shade of red. Good. Keep her mind off my essay.
“Yes, I did…” she whispered, in a weak voice from embarrassment.
“Heard from him recently?”
“I talk to him on Myspace sometimes…”
Myspace. A website where people around the United States, probably the world, come together and talk. Talking on the phone was like sending a letter in the mail. Only old people actually did it because they couldn’t grasp how advance technology was getting.
“We actually email each other more than Myspace,” she added, as though she wanted me to know that she had more private conversations. I suddenly realized that friends would tell each other important details like this.
“Huh. Seems like you like him.”
Her cheeks flushed more at the observation and now I had to hold my breath. Her blushing was not helping my self-control. I hadn’t eaten since two weeks ago, since I couldn’t actually go out during the night for the transition I had from France to this school. I couldn’t get a decent meal in between because of the erasing memories I had to do and the council work. Right now, this vulnerable girl smelled wonderful.
To distract myself, I decided to study her eyes for the answer to my statement. She seemed like there was a conflict in her eyes.
I was about to ask what was up, but the bell rang.
“Well, see you Renee,” said Amy, gathering her things.
Already treating me like a friend. Typical, easy going human.
I quickly gathered my stuff and slung my black backpack onto my back.
This would be one LOOOONNNNGGGG day.
Lunch was a haven for humans. It was my guardian angel.
Though vampires feed off blood, they also rely on human food as well. It was mainly used for emergencies, where vampires had to keep there secret or when humans weren’t plentiful in the area.
The one good thing about high school is people don’t look at you weird when you don’t have a lunch. The prices for lunches kept getting higher every year and the economic depression was fast approaching. People couldn’t afford lunch anymore.
That wasn’t a problem for me, because being one of the council members got high pay. And good reason too. When vampires were hungry, they needed A LOT to eat.
Standing in the lunch line was torturous. People were too loud. It was cluttered, and they smelled far too delicious. I got a big enough gap because people would crouch in fear from me.
One person stood closer than everyone else, relaxed, as though he did not sense the presence of the impending threat behind him.
It was finally our turn to get our lunch. I moved a little faster to the guy’s face and had to stifle a gasp.
The guy. The one from the wedding. The one who was watching me.
I turned my head so he wouldn’t see me. The last thing I need was to be captured by those purple gems.
Looking at how the meals looked and smelled, I’d have better luck getting food from the school store. I grabbed two bottles of milk and pulled out my black leather wallet.
I searched through my $100 bills and finally found a $5 bill. I pulled it out and stood in line at the cash register.
I could just steal the milk, because no cameras could catch my image unless they had a vampire proof one.
But, being in the council, I had to obey the laws.
The few vampires that were in this lunch bowed their head in respect as they walked by. They would have bowed normally, but that would give my identity away. I nodded once then paid for my milk.
I quickly went to the school store, placing the milk in my bag. I grabbed two lunchables, asked for 5 cookies and nachos, and had a huge water bottle. I paid for my meal after I had everything.
The group of vampires were sitting together. I headed over to their table. I sat down across from a tall, red haired vampire. I recognized her in an instant.
“Avis Jade. How are things going with your boyfriend?”
“Wonderful, Miss Renee. We are going to get married after we graduate high school.”
I smiled. Avis was a dear friend of mine, a “daughter” of one of the elders. Her boyfriend, Ray, was a vampire as well, but had turned into one only a year ago. I respected Ray a lot. Not only did he have so much self control over his thirst, he was a kind soul. He said that he wouldn’t have sex with Avis until after she was married. Most vampire couples, after they were turned, would go at it for hours. They could probably go for days, because it takes a lot to exhaust a vampire.
“Am I on the guest list?” I asked.
“I was hoping you’d be one of my bride’s maids.”
I almost chocked on my milk. “What?!”
Avis’s green orbs blinked. “Is that a bad thing?”
“Well…I mean…am I REALLY that good to be your bride’s maid?”
“Of coarse you—Someone’s watching us.”
I growled. “Who is it?”
“Someone with a beige jacket, sweater and jeans.”
I held my breath. “Do they have long black hair and purple eyes?”
“Yes. Can you see him?”
“No…but I met him before.”
“Well, he’s mainly staring at you.”
I growled low. This guy was hopeless. Was he following me? No, that didn’t seem to be the case. In this statement, it was only common for people living in the same area to go to the same school. So, he must live by my house.
The bell rang.
Saved by the bell. Funny. Gathering up my trash, I slipped it into the trashcan.
I grabbed my bag and hurried to French. Coming from France, my language skills would probably be far superior to a Canadian teacher. I knew old French and new French.
Waiting outside the classroom for the teachers was boring.
Then, two things I did NOT want to see were here.
One, Amy was there with another girl. They came up to say hi. I didn’t answer them because of the second thing that caught my eye.
Him, the person I so desperately wanted to avoid, was staring at me with his purple eyes.
Before I could even avoid them, they caught my attention. My mind went numb and it felt like I couldn’t breathe…
“Renee?” came an earnest voice.
“It’s time to get to class.” Indeed it was, for the teacher had just arrived and people were filing through the unlocked doors. I was standing here like an idiot, staring at a guy I hardly knew.
I grumbled something and walked into another gateway to hell.
“To destroy is still the strongest instinct in nature.”
“Do you like Kieran?”
I blinked, looking up at the girl named Jasmyn. She was one of Amy’s friends. She had bushy brown hair and brown eyes.
“The new student. You know, purple eyes, long black hair?”
“Oh. No, I don’t.” Hmph. Like I could ever love a pathetic human like him.
“You seem to like him.”
“I do?” How could someone, who has seen love but never been in love, seem like they are in love?
“You forget that anyone is there when you look at him.”
“You seem entranced by him. You always have this gleam of interest in your eyes.”
“You look like you want to eat him,” joked Mya, another of Amy’s friends.
I froze. I what?!
“Excuse me,” came a soothing voice in my ear.
I turned my head mechanically to it.
It was the guy, labeled as Kieran. His purple eyes locked with mine and I couldn’t think anymore.
“Yes?” I managed to say.
“I have a question on last night’s French homework. Could you help me?”
His breath was intoxicating. I almost couldn’t breathe myself.
I was just barely in thinking process to understand what he said. “Sure.”
He slid easily into the seat next to mine at the lunch table.
Why couldn’t he ask this question at lunch? French was AFTER lunch. Why had he come here before school even started? Why did he even come here at all?
Now that I was looking away from him, I could see just how much of an effect this person had on girls.
The girls at my table gasped lightly and scooted slightly away. They shifted into an uneasy talk, glancing so often at Kieran.
“What does this statement mean?” asked Kieran, turning my attention to the blue paper he pointed out.
The question was supposed to be about the poorly drawn illustration above. The question translated into “What is the girl doing?”
I didn’t look up at all when I answered his question. “It means what is the girl doing?”
I suppressed a hmph. Of coarse I was right. I had taken French for more than 50 years. I knew more than all of the French teachers combined. I looked up at him to argue, and then my tongue caught in my throat.
His purple jewels were gazing at me with slight fascination and wonder. There was also slight anger, but I did not know whether it was directed towards him or me. Covering that anger was also slight humor. Like he thought that this was funny. Like I seriously did not know the answer.
But, soon these thoughts drifted away as his eyes held mine.
What had he asked again? What was I about to do? Am I breathing? …
A low gasp came from my right and that snapped me to reality.
Kieran’s face was just 5 cm from mine. My heart stopped and I think I died right then.
But, I couldn’t be dead, because I could hear and see clearly, better in fact.
“Well, I’ll see you at lunch,” he whispered. His breathe against my face was so sweet, that I had to control every nerve in my body to not close the distance between us…
“Yeah,” I squeaked out.
He moved away, taking his homework with him.
It was as if clean air came back when he left.
I could breathe normally and I could think coherent thoughts.
“You sure you don’t love him?” inquired Amy.
I hesitated before I answered. “I’m not so sure anymore.”
“He’s staring at you,” muttered Avis.
“Wonderful…” I grumbled.
“You’re paying so much attention to the new student, Renee. It’s so unlike you. What’s up?” asked Avis.
I tried to be blaze about it. “Just curious is all.”
“Curious…still doesn’t sound like you.”
My mind went blank for a second.
“He’s motioning you to come over.”
“Well, he’s motioning me, but the gesture is pretty obvious.”
I turned to see the violet orbs staring back at me with a curious and intense gaze. When he saw that I was staring at him, he motioned for me to come sit by him.
My fangs were contracting from my upper lip. I hadn’t had blood for a month now, and even the slightest desire emotion made my fangs enlarge.
I covered my fangs with my lips and got up and strolled over to the table and sat down quietly. The nearby guys at the table glanced my way but I took no notice of them.
“What is it this time? Another question you want me to translate?”
“No…I was just gonna ask you a few questions.”
Really? … But first and foremost, I had to know his identity.
“Before that, could you go and get me a napkin please?” I tried to sound intimidating when I said it.
All I got was a chuckle and “Sure.” When he got up, I quickly fished out his wallet from his pocket at an even faster speed than normal vampires. As soon as he was out of sight, I opened the wallet and checked inside.
His student ID was there, along with a few credit cards and some cash. One card looked odd. I took it out and my senses went numb.
He was a vampire hunter. It plainly said it on the card…
I could barely hear him coming back, and I knew that I should try to act normal. As soon as he sat down, his wallet was back in his pocket.
“Here you go.” He handed me the napkin and fork wrapped in plastic.
“Thanks,” I said hoarsely. Crap. Why was this affecting me so much? Why did I care what he was? I’d known many vampire slayers, and none of them actually lived.
“What’s wrong?” asked Kieran, his voice filled with concern and care. Ah…his voice was soothing…
STOP. I had to get back to reality. I simply should not think this. I guessed that my attraction to him was simply my body telling me to be afraid. After all, no real humans would ever get this close, unless they were really confident.
I felt something warm touch my head and I blinked.
Kieran had his hand on my forehead and his other was on his. I gasped lightly.
His skin felt great. His warm pulse was beating softly against my head. Yes, only a vampire slayer would be this comfortable.
“I don’t have a fever,” I muttered.
“Yes, I know. You’re so cold,” he whispered. When he said “cold”, it sounded like a soft caress.
Oh god. Now I don’t know where my heart went. It had already came out of my body and now I lost it somewhere.
“What were you going to ask me?” I questioned.
“Well…first of all, you seem like you know a lot more French than you let on.”
“Yes, I came from France,” I responded, glad that this topic wasn’t bringing up any secrets.
“Where’s your accent?”
“I only use it when I speak in French. I moved around a lot.”
“Oh. So, what’s your favorite color?”
Before the question even processed in my head, I blurted out an answer. “Purple.”
“What? Really?” He seemed slightly surprised and intrigued that I said that. I guess humans thought that people dressed with their favorite color.
“No. Sorry. I meant orange.”
“That seems like a more reasonable answer,” chuckled Kieran.
Probably because it related to Halloween.
“What else?” I prompted.
“Probably American food or Mexican. Like nachos or burgers.”
“Yet, why are you so skinny?”
The human body was so interesting. Girls got fat because extra body fat weighs them down, and they couldn’t exercise enough. Guys had high metabolism and that’s why they never gain weight. They burn off all the calories they just had.
However, due to that vampires only drank blood and they used so much of their energy each day, they always remained skinny.
“I work out a lot,” I simply stated.
He probably already knew my secret. Which was probably why his answer was so dull.
“Not right now. We’re going to be late.”
I blinked, looking around. The kids were almost finished filing out of the cafeteria. The few stragglers were finishing their meal. Crap. How could I have missed that the bell rang? Why was it like only Kieran and I existed in our own little world?
I quickly got up and threw my trash away.
Kieran flew past me but his lips brushed my ear. “See you in class.”
My heart had stopped. But then, I realized why it wasn’t starting up.
The person who held my heart now was Kieran.
“Truth is a pain which will not stop. And the truth of this world is to die. You must choose: either dying or lying. Personally, I have never been able to kill myself.”
“Your house is…different,” came the murmur of one of the group of friends, standing in the doorway to my house.
I hope it was. Fake cobwebs were hung from the walls and dripped down to the floor. The walls were painted black and the neon signs seemed to glow on them.
The tops and bottom of the walls were spray-painted blood red with a frilly template. Fog drifted lightly on the floor and flashing lights illuminated the room with color.
Cheesy signs of HAPPY HALLOWEEN and TRICK-OR-TREAT were everywhere. Lifelike bats hung from the ceiling. Creepy looking shadows were cast on the walls.
“If you’d like to stay at someone else’s house, go right ahead,” I suggested.
“Nah…it’s ok. Your house is the biggest house for all of us,” refused Mya, reluctantly. Her dark skin looked even darker against the black walls.
Leading them through the house, I had to give a mini-tour. They put their bags in my room, which was huge enough to hold every person in the group, though there were about 20 people.
“So, was there a reason all of you wanted to come over?” I asked, as we all crowded around the huge dining table.
“We wanted to just throw a party for your welcome into town,” answered Jasmyn.
My throat grew tight. Damn it. If I knew this was what they wanted, I wouldn’t have agreed. This was just a memory that I would remember, and all of them would soon forget.
“Be my guest,” I reluctantly agreed.
7 hours later, all of the heads that had been eating, bobbing to the music, and chatting, were fast asleep on a pillow.
I made sure the one’s that had really crashed, without properly laying down, were covered with a blanket. Then, I would have to spend 7 more hours pretending to be asleep.
Just as I was about to get in the bed, I heard a loud shriek from the living room. I ran at full speed to the source of it. 3 figures stood over one of my friends, Jasmyn, who was crouching away.
“Arrêt!” I yelled in French. The figures quickly stood up straight and turned around. I knew they were vampires when they bowed to me.
“Excuse us for our rude intrusion, Miss Renee. We didn’t know that you had friends over.”
“Never mind that. Why have you visited so late?”
“You have council work to do. We have come to collect you.”
I should have expected this. My weekends at school were always like this. So why did it surprise me now?
Jasmyn hid behind me, looking up at me with wide, frightened eyes.
I met her eyes and an overpowering emotion of protection came over me. I can’t leave these girls alone. More vampires might attack them, just like these messengers were about to do.
“No,” I answered.
“What?” asked one of the messengers.
“I said no. I won’t leave.”
“But, Miss Renee—,”
They flinched slightly then reluctantly left. Jasmyn sighed with relief.
“I’m so sorry, little birdie,” I said, heavily using my accent.
Jasmyn looked up at me in confusion.
“I’ll have to erase your encounter with those vampires.” I muttered something in a foreign language, my kind’s language. I covered her eyes as I spoke.
She soon collapsed in my arms. I took her back to her sleeping bag.
I then went out hunting.
The following morning, around 7, I was cooking some breakfast. I wouldn’t really need it, but the humans would be hungry when they woke up. My thoughts were drawn towards Kieran again. How his midnight hair shown with hidden moonlight, his ivory skin looking so soft yet durable to hard labor, his beautiful eyes…
I heard a beep and quickly snapped back to reality. The beep was for the hash browns in the oven. I quickly pulled them out, using my hands before I burned them, and placed them on the stove next to the oven. The pancakes were just about ready to be flipped, the eggs needing to be scrambled, the bacon and sausage needing to be moved, and the waffles needing to be removed from the waffle maker. I fixed the breakfast that I had neglected while I had daydreamed about the hunter.
A stifled yawn was heard in the next room and an overwhelming relief washed over me. It was almost like finding someone dead and after a moment they start to breathe again. It felt like I was a mother and I felt a relief to find that my child had woken up.
I guess my friends meant more to me than just ‘useless.’
The first waker, a girl named Ani Maeve, was supposed to wake up early because she had to baby sit her little brother. Her parents weren’t home during the day, so she had to baby-sit her brother.
“Good Morning, Ani.”
She blinked, slightly surprised. She thought that I would be sleeping in. But, seeing as how I had a huge feast last night, I could stay awake for days and not get tired.
“What would you like for breakfast? I made a buffet.”
“Just some pancakes and hash browns.”
I nodded, picking up the hash browns with the spatula. I had to act human around other humans. I flipped pancakes onto the plate, placing the hash browns next to the pancakes. I handed her the plate.
I finished making breakfast for 20 people as everyone started to wake up.
As I sat down for a human break, my mind wandered to last night. Usually the council would send a bat to get me. But why actual vampires? Did they know about the vampire hunter on the loose? That was possible, seeing as how vampire hunters could now get bats to say the message. The one thing I was certain of. If Kieran was truly a vampire hunter, he must know that I’m a vampire.
If so, he must not know the truth about my feelings. For, if he did, a war would ensue and either one of us would due. To be honest, I hope I was the unlucky victim in the holocaust.
“Where we love is home, home that our feet may leave, but not our hearts.”
~Oliver Wendall Holmes
I felt like a thief, an unwanted visitor as I snuck to my enemy’s house. I hope for my life that he was out hunting. Vampires loved coming out at night rather than in the day.
To help me maneuver easily, I wore black short-shorts with black thigh-high socks. My black shirt was tight fitting and covered my whole upper body. One bad thing about being a vampire was our white skin was like a radar. It glowed brightly with light.
Wearing my black clothes helped hide my skin. Probably the only fancy things I wore right now were black lacy gloves, a bat charm to pull up my long hair, and high heels. I needed to be stealthy today, and I move easier in high heels anyway.
I jumped over the wire fence and climbed silently up a tree. Peeking into the window, the moonlight bathing the room in light, I had to bite back my gasp.
There was the hunter, Kieran, sleeping peacefully on his bed. That didn’t surprise me nearly as what his appearance looked like now.
The moonlight made his milky skin glow. His midnight hair was spread around him like a blanket. His purple eyes were closed but his bare chest is what drew me in. I had an urge to just go in and…
DAMN MIND! It never listened to me. I had to use all of my self control, while I slowly opened the window, to not go over to the sleeping hunter and…
Again, my mind wandered to what I might do and blood came through my body to my cheeks. Was I…blushing? I had never blushed before in all my millennium.
But why now? Why did this little boy, who was a hunter, give me all these strange feelings?
Then, I played the sappy love scenes in movies over and over again in my mind.
Ah…so that’s why…
I finally figured out why.
I loved him.
This boy, only wearing pants and snuggling in the blankets, was whom I loved. The hunter, my enemy, was my weakness.
And my weakness will wake up soon if I don’t hurry and investigate.
Searching through the drawers brought me nothing. I searched through every hiding place I knew. Nothing.
I chewed my lip with agitation. I then recalled a certain detective story where the stolen King’s letter was out in the open and everyone else was looking for hiding places. They never realized that the letter was right in front of them.
I looked around for an easy area to work at. My eye caught the view of a desk in the corner. Papers were scattered around the desk. Lots of them looked like homework assignments.
One paper was bright red, which to my knowledge, was the symbolic color of the vampire hunter’s group. I picked up the paper and my eyes widened.
There was a recent picture of me on there with a big red X over it. My name and a brief history of me were next to the picture. At the very bottom, it had the Status of Vampire: TERMINATED.
Why was I labeled as terminated, when I was right here reading the paper?
I glanced at Kieran. Maybe he was investigating why I was still alive.
But…deep in my heart…I wished that HE were the one who put the terminated on the paper. It was so I could live a peaceful life without hunters coming after me…
I shouldn’t make up fantasies. After all, the beast must remain alone, even when the beauty attracts her. Otherwise, the beautiful prince would end up running, for the beast, no matter what its appearance, will always be a monster.
“Le joueur a dribble le ballon très vite,” I muttered.
“Le basket-ball,” answered Kieran.
Why am I paired with Kieran? Oh, right. Madame Menard forced me to work with him. The exercise was supposed to be saying a description about a sport and our partner was supposed to identify what sport it related to.
“La joueuse américaine a renvoyé le ballon par-dessus le filet,” said Kieran.
“Le volley-ball,” I answered, my voice sounding bored. This was boring, trying to act like I only knew 2nd level French, when I was better at French than even the French teacher.
“You look very bored,” observed Kieran, smiling, stopping my breath short.
“Sort of,” I gasped out.
“Renee, are you out anywhere at night?”
My heart accelerated as my name caressed off his lips. I loved it.
“Well…I was just wondering.”
Another stupid hunter question.
He leaned close, close enough that his breath blew lightly against my face.
God. Did he know what would happen if he got any closer? I might not take it.
“If you aren’t doing anything tonight, want to go out to a club?”
I blinked. Did I hear that right?
He sighed. “Would you like to go to a club tonight?”
“Of coarse,” I agreed without thinking.
“Uh…I mean sure. Thanks for the invite, Kieran.” It was the first time I said his name. I loved how it rolled off my tongue. If I could, I would repeat his name over and over again.
He smiles. “Alright, I’ll pick you up around 7 tonight. Be ready.”
Blood rushed to my cheeks before I could stop it. This would be my first date! A first date with a vampire hunter.
Where was he? Kieran was late. I was waiting at my house for 30 minutes. Maybe he wasn’t coming.
My cheeks flushed with embarrassment. If that was the case, I got all dressed up for nothing.
My hair was pulled up into a ponytail, and the ponytail sprung down with curls. My eyes were covered with charcoal eye shadow, black eyeliner and mascara. I wore a low-cut, tight fitting black shirt. My legs were barely covered with the shorts I wore. My feet were covered with 2 inch black high heels. A dark leather coat clutched my entire body down to my knees, but it was unbuttoned at the moment. I was getting warm from pacing and fidgeting.
Finally, the doorbell rang and I quickly got up and opened the door.
Kieran was dressed in a baggy gray shirt with a band name printed on it. Tight black jeans hugged his legs with a studded belt. Black Airwalks were on his feet. He looked handsome, even though he was only wearing a t-shirt and jeans.
For some odd reason, Kieran was just staring at me. He didn’t even say “hi” or why he was late.
I held my breath. Did he finally come to realize that he was taking a vampire out on a date?
“Kieran,” I greeted.
That seemed to snap him back to reality. “Hi. Sorry I’m late. I had to find a good club.”
“Oh. What’s it called?” The only good club I knew was…
“Envy,” he answered.
I almost slapped my forehead. Figures that a vampire hunter would pick a vampire hangout of all places.
"The most certain sign of being born with great qualities is to be born without envy."
~Francois de la Rochefoucauld
Envy was the popular nighttime club for vampires. It’s where teenage vampires hang out and dance. I personally asked the architectures to put a completely separate room for the older generation of vampires, so that they can discuss the world news. If a war were going on in the world, we would need to know so we could find a better food supple for those countries that are affected.
But, other than that, it was a usual dance club.
When I walked into the dance club with Kieran, every single vampire went to the floor, bowing and curtsying. The music continued to play.
“At ease,” I muttered. Who knew how Kieran would react to this?
He chuckled. “What? Are you some sort of celebrity?”
“Well, I’m a usual at this club and my dad helped create the plan for the building.”
“Oh.” He went over to the bar and went to get a drink.
While he waited for the bartender to come get his drink, every female eye was on him.
What the frick? Why were they looking at him? Maybe it was their instincts reacting to him.
No…I knew that wasn’t it. The way they looked at him made my blood boil.
Did Kieran not see what was going on around him? Was he too oblivious to notice these things?
“Renee?” he called to me after a moment.
“This bartender won’t take my money.”
“Oh.” To make sure that no one would find out about us, we equipped tiny microchips, made by me, in each club member. This would redirect any info or any item bought in this club to their email, phone, or fax. If, by chance, that vampire hunters were going to investigate where the local vampires hang out, the address would just lead to a vacant lot, thousands of miles from the club.
I held out my wrist. The bartender bowed his head and scanned my wrist. “Thank you, Miss Renee.”
Kieran looked at me with astonishment and confusion. Oops.
“There is this special thing where they have a microchip planted in our bodies. You know, so that no one can steal our identities and stuff.”
Kieran smiled. “That’s a great idea!”
I flushed with pride. It was the first time someone actually complimented me on my inventions in person.
My cell started to vibrate in my pocket. I pulled it out. A message was coming from one of the council members. Seems there was a meeting going on in the next room.
“I’m sorry, Kieran. I have to go somewhere.”
“What?” He sounded disappointed.
Before I could stop it, a small ounce of hope filled me. I though he really wanted me to stay…
I pushed that hope back down.
“I’m really sorry. I have an important meeting to go to.”
“Make sure not to get stolen away while I’m gone.”
“You must know that every single girl’s eye is on you.”
“Really?” He looked around then looked back at me.
I was right. He was too oblivious to notice these things.
“Yes, really. Just don’t get allured by another woman’s charm.”
“I already have,” he whispered.
Hope swelled inside me again. Damn hope. I quickly walked away as I pushed the hope back down.
I mean, who would want a monster anyways?
The council room was located in the very back of the club, away from all of the noise. The door to it was painted black and it had a glass handle. In the center of the handle was a tiny hole where a key was supposed to go.
I looked left and right, then pulled the key out from my shirt and stuck it into the handle. I turned the key, and the sound of the door being unlocked echoed through the hallway. I lightly pushed the door open and walked in.
“Nice of you to join us, Renee.”
“Nice to be here,” I muttered in return.
The few members of the Senate that could be here were people that was in state or around the state. The other members, the ones in D.C., couldn’t get here fast enough. It seemed like another meeting was held at the capital, while the actual meeting for the vampires near the center of the country were in this room.
We soon discussed about the stock market crash and how it would lead to another Great Depression, if we didn’t fix it. I’d been in this situation before because I helped people with the Great Depression.
This was really boring, helping with the council while I could be with my date. He’s probably with other girls. He probably even left to go hang out at a human club to chat with human girls. It’d be so boring to hang out with a normal vampire, especially an old one.
“That’s it for today’s meeting. We’ll call you when we need another one.”
The council nodded in my direction and quickly dispersed. I hesitated before going out to the club. Sure, handling younger vampires were no problem at all. But…trying to get my head around a 16-year-old HUMAN was another story entirely.
I didn’t want to face reality of him leaving me for some other woman.
Closing my eyes, I hesitated before walking out to the dance floor.
I looked at the bar, my heart dropping to my stomach. He wasn’t there. I knew he wouldn’t be…still…I hoped….
“What are you doing standing there?”
My eyes widened. I turned my head and looked at him.
His hair was slightly messy and he smelled of perfume, probably dancing with some girls.
Before my thoughts had even connected with my mind, I threw myself on him, wrapping my arms around him.
He stiffened, a reflex reaction, and then he relaxed.
When I was going to pull away, his arms were around me, holding me close to him. Now, my eyes widened. He was hugging me.
I could feel the stares from the other vampires, because I didn’t hug people that often. But, right now, I didn’t care. My heart was pounding quickly, and he was so warm. His arms and chest were muscular. Again, that hunger started to resurface in my mind…
“So, you danced with some girls,” I accused, trying to distract myself from my growing hunger.
“More like forced. I kept telling them I was waiting for someone, but they dragged me to the dance floor.”
“Did you mention my name?”
That explains it. If Kieran had simply told the girls my name, they would have backed off immediately.
“No reason. So, you didn’t want to go home with the girls?” Now my hunger was being masked by the burning jealousy and unimaginable pain.
“No. I’d rather wait for you.”
My heart came back out my stomach. That made me beyond happy.
“Oh,” I gasped.
“Are you hungry, Renee?” He asked.
“Just a little bit.”
“How about we go out to eat?”
I smiled happily. “Alright.”
He gently took my hand, an unconditional gesture, and he led me out of Envy.
"Respect cannot be learned, purchased or acquired -- it can only be earned."
~"Bits & Pieces"
Driving in the car was very quiet. I was watching the cars go by as Kieran drove. The only really huge thing about all of this was he kept holding my hand.
His hand was warm against my cool one. I wanted to bring his hand up to my cheek so his warmth could spread on my cheek…but I knew that I was going to cross the line if I did that.
We parked in a space for the car. I was about to get out when Kieran pulled me back down in my seat.
I threw an astonished look at him.
“Wait a moment.”
I was confused. What was I waiting for?
He got out of the car and came around to my side of the vehicle. He opened the door for me.
Whenever someone did this out of courtesy, I’d always get mad.
But, with Kieran, I felt special. I flushed lightly and got out.
The restaurant he chose was Red Lobster, a stylish, yet sophisticated fish food place.
Again, when I walked in, all of the vampires bowed low. I sighed.
Kieran asked the waitress for a table for two. The waitress gazed at us like we were celebrities. This one smelled like a human, so it must be the effect of how vampires are perceived.
Her eyes, however, lingered more on Kieran than me. Sure he was handsome, and girls would look upon guys more, but still…my jealous monster inside of me screamed.
The waitress, after getting out of her trance, guided us to the back corner of the restaurant, to one of the “family sized” booths. It was a secluded area, but this would NOT help my self-control.
Kieran sat down on one side while I sat on the other. I made extra care to be completely on the opposite side of the booth, so I was completely facing him.
I was about to ask for some soda, to keep with the façade, but Kieran wouldn’t allow it.
“Could we have some wine please?”
“Could I see identification, please?”
Kieran smiled and took out a card. It was his vampire hunter I.D., but he covered the “vampire hunter” with his fingers.
I took out one of my I.D. cards. I had an I.D. for when I would have to drink wine. I showed it to her.
“Red wine, 1950, please,” ordered Kieran.
As the waitress left, Kieran looked back at me. “Now, I’d like to know some more things about you.”
“What would you like to know?”
He smiles, which stopped my breath short. “How old are you?”
“Sixteen,” I automatically responded.
He sighs. “I know you aren’t 16, Renee. Please don’t lie to me.”
My heart froze. This was it: he was going to kill me…
“Please don’t leave!”
I just realized that I was halfway up out of my seat to leave.
I was silent. How could I not leave? I was about to give my life to this hunter, just like he wanted me to. That was probably why he wanted me to come to dinner.
I tried not to cry as I got up. Suddenly, my wrist was grabbed and I was enclosed into two warm arms.
My eyes widened and I looked up at him. He held me close to his body, close enough that I could feel his heartbeat against my own.
“Please…don’t leave,” he whispered in my ear, as he pulled me closer still.
My heart fluttered. Maybe he really wanted me to stay; maybe he felt the same way about me as I felt for him.
I couldn’t do this...I shouldn’t do this…
I should kill this human being…I shuddered at holding this beautiful hunter in my arms, bleeding and cold.
The waitress had come back and was slightly flustered at our posture. I was sitting sideways on Kieran’s lap with his arms around me.
My cheeks flushed lightly as she set the bottle of wine down in front of us.
“What would you like to eat?” she asked, pulling out a pad of paper.
“I’d like some steak and fries. Medium well and no fruits and vegetables, please.”
“And for you?” She looked at me.
What was on the menu again?
Kieran held up the menu for me to read. The first thing I saw was the Appetizers and the chicken fingers.
“I would like the chicken fingers with a side of fries, please.”
“No thanks. Just ketchup.”
She walked away. I was about to get up to go back to my seat, but Kieran kept me on his lap. My cheeks flushed more.
Kieran poured two glasses of wine while keeping and arm around my waist.
He handed me a glass of wine. My cheeks were in flames as I took the wine.
Vampires could handle their alcohol. It was like an energy drink. But, it all depended on the age of the vampire. If you were less than 50 years, you’d have symptoms that normal humans would have. If you were older than 50 years but less than 100 years, you would have some symptoms of what humans had. If you were more than a century old, you’re basically immune to the alcohol.
Being over 1,000 years old, I was immune to the effect of alcohol, however, I wasn’t so sure about Kieran.
He lightly sipped his wine, making certain it didn’t spill on me.
I watched him with careful eyes. I hesitated then laid my head on his chest.
I felt him stiffen against me. But then his arm came around me, pulling me closer to his chest. My heart caught in my throat.
We remained in silence for a while; just listening to the sounds of each other’s breathing and heartbeat. The seconds seemed to stretch on. That was fine because I’d rather spend eternity here than anywhere else.
“You might want to go back to your seat,” suggested Kieran, after
My heart dropped to my stomach. I got up out of his lap and walked back over to my seat.
Our food came over then with the waitress looking even more glamorous than before. She must have dolled herself up to win Kieran’s affection.
“Here are your meals,” she announced, placing the meals in front of us. I didn’t miss the way her hand came down more gracefully for Kieran’s meal rather than mine.
I stared down at my fried meal and potatoes. They smelled wonderful. Kieran eagerly cut into his steak and took a bite. The meal could not compare to how Kieran smelled with food in his blood stream.
Kieran looked up at me and I realized that I hadn’t touched my food. I quickly dipped a chicken tender in the ketchup, eating it. None of the spices or heat really passed on my tongue. I couldn’t taste anything. All I could taste was Kieran’s mouth-watering scent.
Kieran sighed as he finished his glass of wine and poured another glass. “Renee…I have to tell you something.”
“Yes?” I was expecting something pleasant, but the look on his face soured my mood.
“Well, first off, please don’t run when I tell you this.”
I froze. Was he about to say that he was bored with me? That I was not worth his time?
I just nodded. I couldn’t use my voice.
“Well…to begin with, I am a vampire hunter.”
That was a fact I knew, but I tried to look surprised.
“The reason why I have followed you…is that I had a mission to hunt and kill you.”
"The cruelest lies are often told in silence."
~Robert Louis Stevenson
I lay on my bed, looking up at the ceiling. My mind for the night was switched off. I turned off my brain after that one sentence.
Hugging my skull pillow to my body, I turned so I was facing the huge window that led to the porch. So…he was following me because of that…he must have. That idea hurt worse than him following to kill me.
My body felt cold. He only followed me because he was obligated…. He didn’t love me…
I strolled out to the porch and looked out at the full moon. It was a cloudless night and the stars sprinkled the sky.
The wind blew my blonde hair out of my eyes as I faced the truth.
I wonder if Kieran is awake…
My feet were already moving before I could stop them. They led me on the path to his house.
Jumping over the fence felt so familiar to me…
I climbed up the tree and peeked into his room. There he was, at his desk, looking at some files.
I looked closer and I saw that it was the file about me. He looked at the picture of me with hurt eyes, like he was going to cry.
My cheeks flushed. It seemed like he regretted telling me those words…
The moment was interrupted by the sound of a phone. Kieran snapped out it and reached in his pocket, pulling out his cell phone. He looked at the caller I.D, grumbled, and flipped it open.
Due to even my acute hearing, I could barely hear what the person on the other end was saying. Cell phones really were crappy when it came to a vampire eavesdropping.
“Yeah. I have her file out right now.”
A short pause and Kieran shot up out of seat.
“What?! But I seriously disposed of her!”
My eyes widen. So he was the one who-
Kieran sighs, sitting back down. “Fine…I’ll get rid of her soon.”
His face went blank at the next statement.
“No! Of coarse I don’t have special feelings for her!”
That statement really hit home…
“I hate her! Don’t worry! The plan will go smoothly! Goodbye!” He snapped his phone shut and sighed, facing the window. He looked out the window and he saw me.
His eyes widened.
Mine filled with tears.
I turned, jumping out of the tree. Flying over the fence, the tears flew past me.
If he hated me so much, he should have just told me…
I finally stopped running. The tears flowed down freely.
He seriously didn’t have to keep lying to me…If he told me the truth to begin with, I wouldn’t have fallen in love…
No…that was not true…
I glanced around at where I was. I was in an apartment complex, next to the swings. Why did I…
Memories flashed through my mind.
Ah…this is where I met one of my friends…
I sat on the swing, looking up at the sky.
The stars were so beautiful…
How could I fall for such a liar?
All this time…he’s been lying…
My heart answered my question.
His kindness towards others, his determination, his slight clumsiness, his beautiful face, his breathtaking eyes…Everything…Everything…I loved everything about him…
More tears filled my eyes and fell down my cheeks.
I really loved him…I still do…
Kieran…I love you…even if you never love me back…
I’ll always love you…my little dark king.
wow i just read the 1st chapter your like a pro
If I told u I'd have 2 kill u so unless u wanna die accept the lie
do more plz
If I told u I'd have 2 kill u so unless u wanna die accept the lie
more plz!!!this is ssoo supremly good!!
ur ssssooo good u should make ur own group of stories I bet they'd be great!!
yay more plz!!
poor renee-chan. i feel so bad for her. T_____T but i LOVE the story aiko~
i wish you loved me like i love you. my heart belongs to you right now.